Naruto crossed his arms and turned his head away from his father, a hint of red crawling up his cheeks out of frustration and embarrassment, “A dumb kid was makin’ fun of this girl, I couldn’t just let em’ talk to her like that but as soon as I said something he started throwing punches.”
“Mm." It was his only comment verbally for a long moment though his eyebrows came down. Gentle, he reached out to touch his son’s chin and turn his head so he could get a better look at the bruise if Naruto would let him.
He didn’t fight his son’s battles for him. No more than he’d fought Kushina’s when they’d been children. Not the ones they were more than capable of handling on their own at least. Some days it was harder than others to keep himself on the sidelines even so. “Sounds as if he was looking for a fight. You need ice for that. Come into the kitchen. How’s the girl?”
A bit of pain shot through his cheek when his father touched the mark, causing Naruto to wince slightly. "Probably,” he mumbled in reply and crossed his arms and followed Minato into the kitchen, “She’s okay, I guess, people make fun of her a lot so I think she’s used to it, but she was surprised I said something.”
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